Blade Of The Moon Princess นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After a while when the room was completely , the white witch spoke in a cold voice , " Witches and Wizards the day has arrived .The day we waited for years . Tonight is special more than any other night . Tonight exactly when the other day stars the curse is about to be broken . The moon princess will posses her powers , her power are a threat to the whole world . But our coven is proud to make sure she doesn't learn to use them , she won't until she reaches the place she belongs to , the moon . This month when the full moon rises and is coloured with the red colour of blood and the moo princess's powers are on its peak , our coven will do the honour to kill the moon princess and save all th

“We have waited a very long time. Now what we have been waiting and hoping for has arrived. Let this ceremony be directly witnessed and blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Our protector, Our mother..." The woman wearing a brown dress gracefully took something from the golden bowl. When he took out his hand, he was already holding a black knife. “Alphas of Blue Moon…” She called them. With firm steps, Declan, Luca, and Finn face Lady Greta. She let out a small, black knife and lifted it to the sky. She closed her eyes while chanting the words. "Moon Goddess will take your blood from this knife and spill it as a sign of your royalty to your mate, to your pack."

It wanted Calla under the moon. A soft sound came from behind me. I turned my head. A maid from the pack house had followed me into the woods. She was provocatively dressed for the cold … a tight red coat that opened low at the front. Her breasts pushed against the fabric. Her skirt was short under the coat. Her legs looked long in the moonlight. She had painted her lips red. She smiled at me like she knew what she wanted. “Alpha Blade,” she said softly. Her voice was sweet and low. She walked closer. Her hips swayed. “The full moon is so beautiful tonight. It makes everything feel… hot.”

"What do you mean?" She smirked. "The Moon Blade, which was supposed to belong to your pack, was for many years the property of the coven. Many witches didn't even know what kind of value it had. That was why Marlene was able to take it with her, along with many other artifacts, when she left the coven. Even Nova, who recognized the blade because she saw it a few times in Cybele's hands, was convinced that the Moon Blade was just a unique object created by the witches in the coven." She pulled out a short sword wrapped in black cloth from the long sleeve of her robe. Once she unwrapped the cloth, the blade started to shine in silver light. "This is your pack's attribute, Alpha King," she sai

We were brought to a meeting room and I couldn’t help but relax when the door closed and I could no longer hear the hustle and bustle that was going on inside the house. I notice two new scents and a woman’s voice says, “Princess Lux, Mr. Grant, it is an honor to have you in our pack.” Silas sounds confident as he engages in the small talk, “It is an honor to be here. Could we have your names?” She laughs and I hear her footsteps as she comes closer and says, “Of course, I’m Luna Daphne and this is my mate, Alpha Blake.”

She is a Rogue and not eligible for anything. When he proposed his idea Alex was the first one to oppose knowing that the members of the packhouse would go against that. No one would accept a Rogue as their Alpha's mate or Luna. A Luna must be someone who would be chosen by Moon Goddess. But Leonard cleared his point too. When he had captured Iris he planned to torture her to an extent that even death would be scared to touch her. But he had never thought to see the mark on her. Even though he was the Alpha maintaining a peace treaty with other packs, he knew very clearly that anyone who would get a chance to rule over the territory won't stop from claiming such power.

I had to give a lot of thought to what weapon I would create that would be fitting for the Goddess of the Moon, who cherished life and wanted nothing more than peace. I started thinking of the predominant creatures of the night. The vampires, were-creatures, and others preferred the night. I sat for quite some time, meditating on the weapon. Each one I made was distinct and for that being alone. I had never made one that would be tied to a mortal soul. Then again, I had never met a mortal soul cohabiting with five deities. She would be a force to be reckoned with beyond measure. I started to heat the metal, pondering what to make. I wanted to give this one an arsenal. Not just a weapon. I go

The Moon Goddess as Jaxon called her. I pray for peace, strength, acceptance. I pray for calmness, love, life. I pray for happiness, forgiveness, and understanding. I feel a calming breeze sweep through my hair that is cascading down my back. I open my eyes and don't see any of the tree branches, grass, or bushes flowing in the breeze. Almost as if this breeze is just for me, as if she is hearing my prayer. I wipe a stray tear from my face and place my hands flat on my thighs as I stair blankly at the ground at the base of the tree. I am exhausted and just want to sleep peacefully tonight.

Aria asked. She was a little sleepy at first, but hearing about the blade technique piqued her interest. "In short, this blade is very powerful. Black Moon is most powerful on the night of a full moon. It can absorb the energy of nature and condense it into a fierce beast. This blade has changed hands many times and was finally obtained by my ancestors. "However, this blade has been stained with too much blood. My ancestors found it very ominous, so they always kept it hidden in a secret chamber.

And Samantha—the White Wolf, daughter of the Moon, no longer a cursed orphan but a Luna, a Princess, and the prophecy fulfilled. Her cloak rippled behind her, white as fresh snow and heavy with the scent of battle. In her hand, she held the Crescent Blade—the weapon forged from moonstone, the blade that had cut through fate itself. The black crescent sigil, once a mark of doom, now lay shattered at her feet. The enemy was gone. The Black Crescent—a cabal of shadows born from envy and old blood—had fallen. Their witch-queen lay vanquished by Samantha’s own hand, her last scream carried away by the wind. The war of fates was over.